Long Egypt Poems
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Sleep, my small beloved pet.
With small beast paws tucked underneath your small beast chest,
slumber on, sweet cat, with nothing to arrest your little nap.
So are you telepathic now?
Your sweet beast eyes are opened wide to peer as I lean near
to study your eyes flecked gold with oval slits.
I wonder how you see me.
Am I grey or brown or am I some strange shadowy form?
Or in this well-lit room,
am I as vivid to you as the hue in which I'm viewing you?
Here with me, you have no fear,
but when you dream, perhaps
you wander ancient plains of Egypt or of Africa,
and catching sight of me inside your dream,
you flee to go prowling through ghostly reeds
where the howls of predators - jackals, coyotes and wolves -
echo in the still of night. Then do you creep into a secret place
to awake in the morning to an orb of sun and go running with companions, tumbling in the grass as you play?
Late in the arid heat of afternoon,
do you lay your beastly head on paws,
and dozing the remainder of the day, dream of a distant space
which is very small and where a strange species looms?
And where among that tall species is one who meets your needs
by bringing you food and who grooms your coat and keeps you safe,
who sleeps curled up beside you on her bed,
and who sometimes - curiously -
watches you as you lie sleeping.
From 2017 Now used for Lu Loo's Love Is the Answer poetry Contest
The orchestra opens with a bang, and the musical director raises his hand and the symphony began. Sunday morning crowd with anxious heart sits quietly in the hall as the orchestra plays a wonderful rendition for the wedding ceremony. Celebrities and dignitaries filled the theatre dress circle, listening to the sting hitting the strings while celebrity’s whisper unfolds on hot mic.
The orchestra sounded good and the entire guest understood that it was no ordinary feat; when the soprano starts to sing, it almost ripped off the entire roof as the voice bellow through the hallway before it landed on the heart to stay. The speeches were brief, but the music swept the guest off their feet, and they kept asking for more.
Footsteps moving down the hallway trotting on marble heel floor, it’s like horses moving on the track creating anything that is new as they walk down the hallway of the marble heel floor with courage and pride in their shoe.
It beautiful and strong and you can never tell what is going on; the distance between them was neat and heaven kept them moving on their feet. They disburse in groups and pack the room of the marble heel floor; the stage was big and wide and the guest had an unusual surprise.
There was something peculiar on the floor, and it had people moving from door to door. It was a design on the marbled heel floor that kept curious eyes looking and searching for the spot that leads to the track.
The marble heel floor has a design beneath the tile that leads you into another country through a gigantic door. It has a special spot that leads to Egypt through the back. There are layers of tiles that you cannot see and if you remove one it will lead you into the sea. The Egyptians knows about it for the pharaoh had carved it, they led special wedding guest out the back door, down a passage through the marble heel floor.
It is just one tile that you have to move, that will expose everyone that is walking without shoes. The crowd is racing to see you, and they want to meet with you before the day is through. The lay line is another kind and that too us waiting on the line, but the marble heel floor is of a special kind, its polished and glazed and it shines like a mirror into your face.
The marble heel floor is built inside the gate, don’t be late
I did not want to build as I thought, honestly,
The relationship between us will sure to break;
My brother and I stood, hand in hand, constantly,
With prayer for each other each day we did wake...!
Nuisances, yet, like menaces in Egypt, increased,
His sheep and goats and hen and cocks filled my rooms clean;
My gardens got filled with his beasts wholesomely greased,
I couldn't bear to breathe, though his garden is green...!
Enough is enough, I said, I built it, lo, hence,
To see him, yet, I had to look over my wall;
I could have, lo, solved the matter with a fence,
Why did I build a wall? Did I give a peace call...?
Shall I break this wall brother? I humbly asked him,
Make a gate, for now, he said, joy in heart, fill-brim...!!!
A lifetime of waiting, stacks of National
Geographic half as tall as me, piled on
every step. A girl with nothing to do but dream.
The yellow-black jackets buzzed, I flowered
as I turned the pages. The relics of Tutankhamun
fascinated: gold, turquoise, lapis and the slaves
in mud-brick houses they live in still.
I longed to be the Pharaoh’s daughter;
I kohled my eyes.
Egypt called to me. Pyramids, deserts baking,
heat mirages, and oases of palms with still blue water.
The twenty-first century’s reality is far different.
Cairo teems with discontent, Mubarak’s campaign
posters hung from each lamppost.
Two weeks before the Arab Spring, I was there.
The only safety found behind the gun-guarded,
razor-wired gates of the upper class, and even then—
A country espousing religious freedom was killing
Coptic Christians in the streets, and bombing churches.
Cairo’s one poster child synagogue stood empty,
except for tourists—dark, decorative, haunting,
full of tales of Christ’s sojourn in Egypt?
The pyramids rose hen-pecked by pollution
through a surreal orange sky. Masked women
walk the male dominated streets. Women
live in fear in or out of the hijab.
The majesty of yesteryear, the pyramid of Giza
squats like a discard in the ashtray of desert.
Vendors and tourist litter the site.
Baksheesh is the only God in Egypt,
baksheesh and the horded water of the Nile.
First Published in here & there magazine
in the UK
Structure frames our lives
Absurdity debated
Proof lies beyond words
In the halls of thought where meanings cast aside
Sartre proclaims the universe a jest
Yet words his own become the threads he hides
Weaving structure from chaos: never clever
To say “life’s absurd,” then publish, reason and speak,
Requires a scaffold firm beneath each claim
Conviction breathes in every phrase we tweak
Absurdity masks yet rules remain the same
To exile The Holy Spirit or things unseen
By a simple denial is not complete
Deny eternity or the Divine Remains
By a corpse’s silence shows our losses not our gains
Assuming is not knowing so it seems
Let questions bloom and certainty give way
For meaning lingers deep within what we presuppose
Defying all the voices of dismay with “God knows!”
Post script:
Do you feel gipped because all the while
You assumed that the river in Egypt was denial
Were you taken in by Mr. Unger’s argument that’s been harried
Did you assume to exhume an argument that’s been dead and buried?
When you assume why can't you see
That you make an ass out of you and me
Unification, rebirth, pure and clean
Egyptian blue lotus parades her truth
blooming every morning
assuring us of the cycle of life
She closes up in the afternoon
Can we all turn into a lotus after death?
Or is this honor reserved for pharaohs?
She bewitches us, this blue rose of Egypt
An icon between the Nile banks,
She is a powerful hallucination in our meditations
She bewitches and delights us
Showing us we can be reborn the day after our earth death
Unification, rebirth, pure and clean
Egyptian blue lotus gives us hope
Allows our imaginations to soar
A desert flower with attitude
Spain, France, Turkey or Athens, Greece
Where can he travel where they will not fleece
A Yankee who knows not one single tongue
Save the English they defile, as they serve him filet of dung
Libya, Jordan, Egypt or Baghdad, Iraq
Is there a country in that region that'll cut him some slack
A place where he can be himself, just "be who I am"
Where vendors won't endlessly hound him with petty scams
Poland, Moldava, Belarus or Odessa, Ukraine
Does anyone there think he has half a brain
In his head to differentiate right from wrong
The capacity to resist a painted strumpet's siren song
He's traveled the world from Pole to Pole, from East to West,
A Yank seeking a country, besides his, that with decency is blessed.
Remember
Israel of three thousand years
expulsed at times
enslaved by the Romans
gassed by Europe
persecuted by Saudi-Arabia
murdered by Iran and Iraq
shackled by Egypt
attacked by Jordan
robbed by Syria
sold out by the UK
bombed by the IRA
slandered with spit by Turkish terrorists
sent to the Siberian gulags in Russia
comrades they are not
evicted from many many lands
Battles house by house
street by street
once friendly neighbors
each calling the other traitor
a bloody war where no side
would retreat
by prophecy they won
Wrestling God
the twelve tribes returned
to the land of the Israelites
to their promised land
from sand they made gardens
from the desert they grew grapes
where terror reigns they
made an oasis
Anti Zionism still slithers
belly dancers selling their deceptions
naked harlots forever spew latent hate
evil men whisper, dead jew, dead jew
sadly, uneducated views saturate
seductively selling their false peace
like a woman's second hand virginity
They only hate, and dream of blood
if only, if only we had another flood
Noah would leave them all at shore
harlots, by any other name are simply
the devils horses
Israel was
Israel is
Israel shall forever be
the Middle East's democracy
and graciously
the custodian of all of us
a religious trinity
Gods chosen
their glorious capital
Jerusalem!
I am where King David was born. My name means, “House of bread”.
I am located six miles south of Jerusalem; 262 miles northeast of Cairo, Egypt;
and 140 miles southwest of Damascus, Syria. When the Caesars ruled, all roads did not lead to me, but to Rome. But still, I’m easy to find.
I’m not the first in mind when one thinks of the Middle East. But the prophets spoke of me as the place where a Jewish Messiah would be born.
Centuries later, the Jewish leaders gave King Herod vital information about me that caused him more than a little concern.
It’s not always what or who you are, or whether you will ever become a star.
God has always known about me, and religious leaders were well aware.
No, I never became a star of any kind; but wise men came from afar and were led straight to me by a star.
Nay, my friend, it’s not the size that ushers one to a place of renown. But it’s who or what comes out of you that makes one more that just a little town.
O yes indeed. I am that Little Town of Bethlehem that made room for The Bright and Morning Star. Out of me came The Christ Child, Jesus Christ.
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Concentric circles around,
They go down,
Hypnosis,
On Jezebel's forehead, metope, brows,
The mermaid in the lodge,
Dressed in fog and smoke,
Bad woman,
Body made of bricks of masons,
Alchemy to turn iron into gold,
The gold of election,
Fake olive oil
From mercury of foul blood,
Against Elijah the prophet
And vineyard of Nabaoth,
Father's true election in the light of the Word,
Of Love, the God,
Song of Songs,
Mysterious, but shining and lighting the Communion,
The lightest Dove,
Like the night of Christ's birth, Jesus born,
Otherwise, it is only fake election, consecration,
Self-idols,
False nobles,
Eyes wide shut behind closed doors,
Pharisaic secret of Judas Iscariot,
Study the Bible to know
How to put 30 coins into the bank account,
False silver on Mount Sion,
Sensual magic of bronze in Europe,
Brave new world,
Seek Jesus not for salvation, but to kill the Lord,
This fox,
With the abomination of desolation in sacred points,
On the earth,
Battle of Salome and Miriam, sister of Moses,
Salome the fashion,
Pharisaic barrenness for leaves cloned,
With plans for their 30 coins, billions,
Life without the cross,
The herd possessed by legion,
Legion of false devotees in fake elevation,
Inequality is the source of all sorrow,
Otherwise, this delusion should be broken,
“Stop,” says even the donkey of the human body to help the soul,
No need for this operation,
Like the war against Creation just now,
Elijah the prophet jokes
About false Baal's prophets with auto-mutations, self-mutilations,
Again, knight Ivanhoe the Precursor,
The arena of the town "Egypt and Sodom,"
And Robin Hood in the crowd is Enoch,
Two angels ask the family of Lot,
In the seven churches of Revelation of John,
"In missions across the Earth, these seven eyes on the Lamb,"
And two eyes of the Lord Lamb and Lion,
Like forerunners for reconnaissance in force,
Seeing the false armor of fake knights in front,
Type - count Rochefort,
Not noble at heart, asking for the prize of Nobel,
Glow on Baskerville Hall's dog,
Back side of the card six, six, six joker,
Mercurial clothes moths play their poker,
Neo-colonialism form lead homunculus of noting.